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| Temple stall |
We arrived in Bangalore during the Holi Festival; you can see the exquisite cones of coloured powder waiting to be bought and thrown lightheartedly at friends and strangers ...
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| Holi cones |
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| The little clay pots used to burn oil for worship |
As we surfaced back into the bright, hot light again, we saw that other people were also done for the day:
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| Everything in balance! |
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| The promise of the best orange juice ... |
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| The market was just the start of his day - now he's off to peddle his wares in the street |
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| Preparing to load the vehicle ... |
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| Produce truck about to leave |
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| ... and he's ready to go! |
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| Just a few more minutes 'til breakfast's ready, guys ... |
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| Seriously - are you driving away with that on the roof?! (Yes, it turned out!) |
What a wonderful morning!
So glad you could go! So glad you came back, and are sharing all these sights, sounds and smells - yes, they do permeate the computer screen!
ReplyDeleteThose lady's fingers are the longest I've ever seen!! And green as okra. Strangely beautiful, this world of colourful contradictions, we are. Inside and outside. Holi or unholy, that stunningly vibrant powder makes me want to plunge in and smear colour all over us all. . . :)
ReplyDeleteagreeing with both of the above....wow!!!!
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